Rutherford B. Hayes Campfire, Saturday Afternoon

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Tony had tried to get a fire started, but he'd gone through a whole book of matches and the damn thing still wouldn't stay lit. He had hot dogs and buns ready to cook if it ever got going. He figured he was probably doing something wrong, but he had no clue what. He had wood, he had flame, what else was there?

He gave up and munched on a cold hot dog.



[Open like a British bakery on the 4th of July!]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle, on her way back from working at the store today, couldn't help but notice that the campfire seemed to be missing a crucial component.

"Has no one here ever even heard of matches?"

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"I tried matches!" Tony said. "It won't stay lit."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Did you try putting gasoline on it? Or lighter fluid? How about a blow torch?"

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"Where'm I supposed to get a blowtorch from?" Tony asked.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle just looked at Tony like she could not believe he just asked her that.

"My store?" she offered, because duh.

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"You don't happen to have one on you, do you?" Tony asked.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I could run and get one," Turtle offered. "Be back in about ten minutes?"

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda was philosophical about hangovers. The worse the hangover, the better the night before must have been.

She was mostly over it now, which was why she was up and about. She had a vague memory of owing Karla an apology.

"Afternoon Boone." she waved to Tony. Her sunglasses blocked most of the painful rays of the sun.

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Tony waved back. "Tony," he corrected.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Good to meet you Tony, I'm Leda. Are you new too?"

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"Practically ancient," Tony said. "I've been here since fall. Where are you from?"

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Bordertown, ever hear of it?"

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Tony shook his head. "Is it in Maryland?"

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

Jon wandered out of the cabin and grinned when he saw Leda. "Seems we're fashionable today."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Hey Johnny." Her smiled was possibly a little wan. "I was inspired by your style."

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

"It is a kick ass style. Karla and I were going to come and give you a musical wakeup." If they had been able to find her.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda smirked. "Oh yeah? How so?"

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

"Nice, loud, noisy music." He grinned and shrugged.

[glacial_queen]

"Yeah, we were. So what's our new plan for vengeance since she's up?" Karla's voice was sardonic.

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

"We drag her to a party and don't let her have any wine."

[glacial_queen]

Karla walked into the sunlight, shading her eyes. "What is wrong with the sun in this world? It's too bright," she grumbled. "Hi Tony."

Then she stopped. And glared. "Leda. If didn't think my head was still make of eggshells, I'd yell at you. What was that stuff?"

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"Hey, Karla. How's it going?"

[glacial_queen]

"I've been better, thanks Tony." Karla massaged the bridge of her nose. "Something I drank last night" significant glare at Leda "kicked my ass. Twice."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"It's water from the Mad River." Leda said. "That's it. I warned you it had a kick didn't I?" She was actually asking. She was hazy on the details.

[glacial_queen]

"Did you?" She vaguely recalled a warning. Dammit! That let a lot of the righteously indignant air out of her sails. Besides, she had probed it, and decided to drink it anyway.

Stupid innate sense of fairness.

"Well, hmph anyway." But she smiled when she said it.